Poem about New Orleans (Floating Saints)

I just wrote a poem about my feelings concering this tragedy. If anyone else would like to share their own poems, feel free.

Floating Saints

Cajun magic disappeared
the day the levee broke

Liquid terror swept the
cobblestone streets which
was the dancing platform
for tourists and hustlers
looking for rum and visuals.

The storytellers of the
old days was carried away
to the underworld, leaving
behind submerged dreams
and artifacts.

Americans waded and swam
through the oceanic sadness
which took away their city.
But the arms of America were
crossed in confusion.

Dreams and desires were lost
that day. Water logged party favors
and beads floated by with the innocent
folk who just witnessed a mass drowning.

Folded arms, come free and scoop up
the survivors who may one day return
to their city...

and rejuvinate the spirit of the Saints